[Well, at least Newt expected something like this. He lets it happen--not that he'd be quick enough to dodge anyway. He stumbles backward, catching himself on the wall with his right hand and... His left starts to come up to grip his face, but it doesn't quite make it. He winces, swears under his breath. Setz might notice some black fabric wrapped around his palm.
He rights himself and touches his good hand to his mouth. He's bleeding. Great.
He doesn't look that upset about this, though. He had it coming.]
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He rights himself and touches his good hand to his mouth. He's bleeding. Great.
He doesn't look that upset about this, though. He had it coming.]
I'm sorry. Believe it or don't, but I am.